And When Thou Art Weary

My Love Is Selfish. I Cannot Breathe Without You.

I See A Lily On Thy Brow, With Anguish Moist And Fever Dew; And On Thy Cheek A Fading Rose Fast Withereth Too.

Give Me Books, Fruit, French Wine And Fine Weather And A Little Music Out Of Doors, Played By Someone I Do Not Know. I Admire Lolling On A Lawn By A Water-lilied Pond To Eat White Currants And See Goldfish: And Go To The Fair In The Evening If I'm Good. There Is Not Hope For That -one Is Sure To Get Into Some Mess Before Evening.

Health Is The Greatest Of Blessings - With Health And Hope We Should Be Content To Live.

I Must Choose Between Despair And Energy──i Choose The Latter.